Memories

These thoughts of mine, present as ever.
Crystal clear, to every single detail.
Remember the shadow, that disturbed your slumber?
Remember the white maiden, who kept you entertained?
Remember the day, the day you left her?
Locks of gold, dreamt of daily?
The suited man, without a head still lurks.
Was he a hoax, or did he want you to believe that?
Or the odd forces, betwixt the ups and downs?
The force which swept you, saw your spirit.
It foretold you of what was to come.
You judged it was false, to be impossible.
If one could return, to the maiden..
To the suited man.
Or the shadow, which would gladly welcome your return.
You should've believed the force which warned you.
It could have helped, for what was to come.